Welcome Back

What was I just thinking about?

My thoughts stretch with my slowing breaths until I forget where they started.

I return to my tiny desk, still there, decades later.

I can't read the words, I don't understand the lesson, but I watch the clock.

The bell rings.

I run out of class, leap over the playground fence, and soar over the rooftops.

I fly to meet my favorite cloud halfway down the rain-shined hills.

I reach out and squeeze it like a misty blanket.

The sun warms my cheek.

I'm home again.